Okey dokey chapter two for all the Vikings out there.
Hiccup ran with the catapult as fast as he could, until he came upon a hill. It was clear. He didn't see any dragons. It was silent, but he waited.
He heard a screeching cry. He had hit a night fury. His celebration was short lived, as another dragon came up behind him and chased him.
His father saved him, but not mentally. Hiccup tried to explain, but his father countered him with, "Every time you step outside, disaster falls. Can you not see that I have bigger problems?" He said more but Hiccup didn't pay attention to the rest. He was too focused on his failure. Even though he had done what it took to make it to the top, he was still a failure.
He argued with his dad a little longer, but was escorted to his home by Gobber. He immediately snuck out the back of the house. He walked off into the forest. "The Gods hate me," he muttered. It felt good to say it aloud. He walked off, suddenly seeing it. He was surprised. It was bigger than he thought it would be. He ducked down. He wondered if it could see him. He was amazed at it and reached for his trusty dagger. It wasn't there. He reached back farther for it. False alarm.
Hiccup was amazed. He was about to kill his first dragon. He was scared. What if it got free? What if it attacked him?
The beast opened its eye. It was so dark, so lonely. It ached him to know he had to kill it. Hiccup pointed the dagger. He shook terribly and grew cold. Just as he was about to thrust it into its heart, he realized that this beast, it didn't have to die. It had the same fears and hates as him. It shut its eyes. It would die without a fight, like him.
Hiccup stopped himself, and realizing what a monster he was, said, "I did this." He used the much used blade to cut the ropes tied around the dragon.
It jumped on top of him, looked into his eyes, and now, Hiccup even waited to die. But no such sweet release came. A loud echoing scream-like roar hit him in the face.
The beast tried to fly off, but there seemed to be something wrong with it. It couldn't seem to pick up the altitude. Hiccup was so terrified that he passed out.
On his way to his room, to let off steam and hurt himself for what he had almost done to this living creature with feelings, he had tried to be quiet, but he was not quiet enough. Stoick confronted him and before he could say he didn't want to fight dragons, he didn't want to hurt them, his father informed him that he would be doing dragon training the next day. He tried to protest, but it was no use.
Stoick was leaving. It was great having the house to himself, but he wasn't happy about any of this. As Stoick was leaving, he told his son, "I'll be back, probably." Hiccup didn't quite know how to respond to this, so he just replied with, "I'll be here, maybe." He didn't want to end up in hell, so he prayed to the Gods to forgive him, and when he almost took his life, he could hear the dragon, in his head, calling out to him. It still needed him. It wasn't too deep. He wouldn't bleed much.
Although he had not killed himself, he was very upset. He couldn't take it. That night, he cried half the night and cut deeper than ever before. He didn't want to hurt any dragons.
During dragon training the next day, he was weaker than usual, and completely out of it. He had a hard time even standing up. It was terrible. The others laughed at him, and he pretended to ignore it, but it was a hard thing to do. He almost cried in the arena. He came close to death again, and wanted to accept it, but Gobber wouldn't let him.
Hiccup went back to see the night fury, wondering why it hadn't killed him. He thought the dragon was beautiful. He admired it for a moment, and sketched it on his notebook. The dragon seemed to not be able to catch itself food. It was starving. Hiccup sighed. What was he going to do? This was his fault.
He dropped his charcoal and froze. He had been heard. It just looked over at him. It wasn't going to hurt him.
Hiccup returned to the main hall to eat, where he faced more bullying. After retrieving his charcoal, he was soaked. Nobody seemed to say anything about it. He was glad. He might have been accused of having a "wet dream" and he couldn't take any more of this.
Their assignment was to read a book, and everyone seemed to avoid him. He was the only one there. He read during the night. These were fascinating. He doubted he would ever see many of these dragons, but it was very interesting indeed.
Interesting, until he read the bottom of the page. He frowned. Kill on sight. Kill on sight. Kill on sight. The book might as well say kill everything you see. When he turned to the last page, he read the words night fury, but there was nothing there. Instead of reading "kill on sight," he read, "never engage this dragon"
This worried him. The next day in training he asked about night furies, but was cut off by a deadly nadder shooting flames at him. It was terrible. The animal was only scared. It didn't need to be scared of him though.
Hiccup was curious and tried to ask questions, but this was the middle of class. At the end, Astrid got her axe stuck in his shield, but he was to terrified to let go of it. "Is this some kind of a joke to you? Our parents' war is about to become ours. Figure out which side you're on. If it weren't for his crush on this girl who seemed to hate him, he would have right then and there told the whole world that he was on the dragons' side.
Hiccup left the training arena to go to his dragon. Remembering that it was hungry, he picked up some fish and brought that, and a shield, to where the night fury was.
The dragon looked at him. It wasn't a look of hate, or fear, but Hiccup couldn't quite place it. The dragon probably just wanted the fish. He held it out for the beast to take. It inched towards him, then, seeing the dagger, retreated. Hiccup took out his friend, dropped it on the ground and kicked it away. He would pick it back up later. It seemed to immediately become comfortable with his presence. Hiccup offered the dragon the fish again. He noted that it didn't have teeth, until they came out. It took the fish from his hands and began to sniff him.
He backed up against a rock and the dragon seemed to stare into his soul. It started coughing, or choking or something, then spit out a fish tail for Hiccup. He was a little disgusted, but he took it and ate it as the dragon watched eagerly. He gave a forced smile, and it was a quick learner. It began to give a sort of smile, if you could call it that.
He felt a strong connection with it, and reached out to touch it. It was too soon. The dragon seemed to soar away, but didn't glide too far. It warmed the ground and laid down. Hiccup sat down next to him. He tried to touch the black beauty's tail to examine it, but it was still a bit scared. It wouldn't let him touch it yet.
He slept in a tree, but Hiccup drew on the ground with a stick. He seemed interested when it awoke. He looked at his drawing, and, on his hind legs, he took a large tree branch and began to draw random lines in the soil. The dragon shared Hiccup's creativity.
He was amazed at the "toothless" night fury's intelligence. When he stepped on a line, it growled at him, so he stepped around them and marveled at the lines. He tried to touch him once again, and this time, the dragon responded by touching his face to Hiccup's hand.
This was a new beginning. The only one who didn't mock him was here. Maybe he even understood him.
When hiccup went to eat with the other students, Gobber explained the weak spots on dragons. These were the wings and the tails. Hiccup realized why he couldn't fly away. It was his tail. He left immediately. He had to fix his notebook, and even make the dragon a "new tail."
The next morning, he brought him a whole basket full of fish. It seemed to back away. Even the mention of the word "eel" scared him away. Hiccup tossed it to the side, and the dragon began to eat immediately.
He strapped the tail on while the dragon was eating. He took off immediately. Hiccup moved the tail so that he could fly. The night fury, thinking it was all clear, shook him off, falling back into the lake. They needed each other.
Hiccup took the eel with him to dragon training, and scared the dragon back into its pen the next day. They were all speechless. Nobody knew what had just happened. That night, he built a saddle to ride the dragon, but fell off and had to make a hook. He discovered a type of grass that made the dragons pass out, and used it again, against the dragon in the ring. He began using tricks he learned with the night fury on dragons while he trained.
He grew very close to this dragon, whom he had decided to call toothless. He became popular. All of his dreams were coming true, with the exception of Astrid. He was doing well now, but honestly didn't know if that was actually what he wanted. There were points in time where he couldn't breathe because of all the people around him, and he tried to hide it, but it didn't always work.
He worked on his saddle one day, to find that Astrid was throwing an axe at a tree in the woods. He kept on running. Once he even led Toothless into town to fix the saddle to the perfect size. Astrid saw him again, but not Toothless. She was becoming very suspicious.
Hiccup's father returned, and was proud of his son. He was proud and started rambling on about spilling a nadder's guts. Hiccup was going to be sick. It was the first time he had cut in days, and that was the longest he had gone in the past few months.
He wanted to cry all night. He never wanted this. Well, maybe he might have before, but not now. When he snuck out to see Toothless in the morning, Astrid was sitting there. She had found their spot. There was a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, like she had done something to Toothless. Astrid threatened him and questioned him, but then there was a growling noise.
She looked around, only to find that there was a black dragon staring back at her. It came at her like a raging fire, and she pushed Hiccup out of the way to hit him with her axe, but he came between them. Astrid was terrified that he had been keeping a dragon as a pet. She started to run back when Toothless grabbed her and took her up in the air.
He didn't know if he should be terrified or excited, but Hiccup's heart fluttered as Astrid climbed on the dragon. "Now take us down, nice and steady," he commanded. Toothless wasn't in the mood for letting Astrid rat out his master. He knew how these emotions worked. He took them up in the air and after a few terrifying minutes of maneuvers, she cried out, "I'm sorry!"
Toothless began soaring beautifully, parallel to the sunset. Astrid leant her head against Hiccup, and at that moment, he realized that he had everything that he had ever wanted. At that moment, he realized that life wasn't that bad. At that moment, he told himself he would never cut again.
It's a little shorter than the last chapter, but please review. Thanks! I think this is the most popular story I've ever written and I did read suggestions, and I think they're great and will probably use some of them.